Deflated
So far I've had such a craptastic and yet enlightening year. One minute I'm walking through life, doing my usual routine. Absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary. I realized I may not be 100% happy at that point in time, but I believe happiness is achievable. After all it's just a state of mind right? And then the unimaginable happens. Something that I thought was impossible is possible and I then had to flip my life upside down to try to figure out how to make the pieces fit. But nothing fits and nothing makes sense. Now these pieces are damaged, almost to the point of being destroyed, because of trying to force them to make sense. What is the point in trying to achieve something that will always be just beyond reach? Sometimes for the benefit of me, I have to let go of you.